(Photo of Elaine Morgan-Taylor)

 

 

THE JOURNEY

 

It was a journey that began with a leap

And now in tiny steps I creep

 

Sometimes I stumble, sometimes I fall

But your hand reaches out as I call

 

Emotions pull me one way then another

And tears come tumbling down

 

Why did it have to be me

Why did it happen at all

You lose your cool and then are sorry

But thereÕs nothing to be sorry for

 

God decided in his wisdom

I was strong to carry all

 

But IÕm not alone upon this journey

For two are taking it together

 

IÕm still the same person deep inside

With all my hopes and dreams

 

IÕm still a part of this wonderful life

And always will be

 

All I need is you by my side

To be my love, my friend,

My guide.

 

I  TRAVEL  ALONE

 

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My head hurts, my eyes are sore

I can hardly see

The tears run down

Like a gushing waterfall

 

You held me tight and

Whispered words that I

Could hardly hear

The need to run was very great

 

I was not sure where I was

The dream was still cradling me

It was so hot I could hardly breathe

And still the tears ran on

 

But itÕs a path I travel alone

Although youÕre always near

You understand,

And hold my hand

Then brush away the tears

 

You told me that you loved me

You loved me then

You love me now

And always will forever hold my hand

 

 

OUT  OF  TUNE

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Sing me no sad songs

Play me no love tunes

 

The strings of this heart

Are sadly out of tune

 

No more will it listen

To tales of true love

 

For the strings

They have been broken

 

 

© Elaine Morgan-Taylor

 

Bio:  Elaine is retired and  she lives in the historic town of Pontefract, West Yorkshire.  She has a love of history and is tracing her family tree.  She often visits  Pontefract castle which is close to her home.  The peacefulness helps her gather her thoughts and create.  She first began telling short stories for her younger brother on their way to school  Later Elaine took a literature course which opened a new window in her life. She began to read poetry of many different styles and then began writing her own.  Her latest poems were penned after she was diagnosed with ParkinsonÕs. Elaine and her husband love traveling.